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7 yrs ago
Current Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih
7 yrs ago
Fab, when it comes to portraying a character believably, you might be the best this site has.
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7 yrs ago
There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night

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Ilya turned around and saw the teenagers entering the house behind him. The inside was rough and unadorned, with basic furniture and worn wood floors. The main room had a small dinner table, a desk and and some bookshelves, along with his icon corner that was the only hint of decoration. It was a basic lifestyle, but it felt almost luxurious to Ilya who had spent most of his adult life in the Russian army. "Feel free to look around, I've got to gather up the papers I have to give you all". He went over to his desk and sorted through his papers, picking out the files he had kept for each of the children he had sworn to protect. He had written a basic summary of the tales connected to their life and notes about the fairy tale realm before and after the villains took over. Ilya also had a few unopened letters for each child, written by parents or others, and he made sure to include those in the packets he gathered.

"Sorry if it took a long time. I have got some things you should read, some written by me, and some from the old world. Let me know if you have questions, or if you want to see the other realm for yourselves when you are done reading." He handed the packet to each of them, and waited for them to read it. His conversational english was good, but he had never really gotten a chance to try his written skills, and was worried that it might be hard to understand. He sat down at the table while he waited for them to finish reading.
I banged this profile out kinda quickly because I don't have much time, sorry if it is rough. I can revise if you want.

Name Max Goldstein
Gender Male
Age 58
Position: Executive Producer
Appearance

He's an older man, and he has not aged gracefully. His hair is grey and thinning, his jowels are sagging, and ages spots can be seen on his face. Though he wears his hair in a comb-over to conceal his baldness, he still has the same brown eyes and large nose he was born with. He has average height, though his slouching posture makes him look shorter. He has noticeable gut and pale skin as a result of his largely sedentary lifestyle.

Max wears a suit whenever he is at work, believing it is the only proper look for a businessman. Even when off the job, he hates wearing shorts and t-shirts.
Personality: Max likes making friends, he always tries to build business relationships into actual friendship. He's outgoing, and loves to talk about whatever subject is on his mind at that very moment. He is a very patient man, and hates bossing people around, but holds onto his own views quite stubbornly. Max trusts people be default, and generally keeps a cheery outlook on life. He tries to be open to feedback and criticism, but gets offended when people flat-out ignore his instructions. When he does have to put his foot down and give orders, he tries to be gentle, but always puts business over friendship.
History: Max came from a middle-class family in the midwest, and had a normal childhood. He never took anything too seriously, especially academics. When he went to college he earned a business degree, sleeping through classes and never earning a grade above B. After college he spent a few years working as a car salesman, making a decent living. He changed careers when the dealership he worked for closed, and got a job in the back office of a film production company. He worked in the finance department, helping the higher-ups make deals to get the funds they needed.

His friendliness and skill at negotiation allowed him to climb the corporate ladder, eventually working his way into being a full-fledged producer. He has been co-producer on a string of hit films, handling the financial and marketing aspects while leaving the creative decisions to others. Max never fussed over which writer or director to was best for the project, only worrying about the studio's bottom line. In spite of the good box office numbers of his films, he is not a well regarded producer, because he hasn't really helped develop a film from the beginning, spending most of his career on the projects that others had started. This has bothered him, and he is determined to influence the creative process of the next film he works on. While he is a shrewd business man and a skilled negotiator, he has no idea what makes a good movie. Max has ideas, and with his pride as a producer at stake, he will try his hardest to get someone to listen to him.
Miscellaneous

Nick turned to look at the man who had spoken to him. Even though he only paid attention to football when the Bears were doing well, he instantly recognized the man as Daniel Reinhardt. For someone who spent so much time avoiding the press, there was a seemingly endless amount of stories seeking to explain exactly who he was. The sports media could never quite decide if Daniel was a reluctant superstar, a man wanting a simple life thrust onto the world stage, or a someone whose life was so consumed by practice and hard work that he never had time for basic things like giving an interview on SportsCenter. It was strange to be meeting him in person, but at least Nick wasn't invested enough in football to care that much. "I'm a writer. Name's Nicholas Irving, wrote a couple books that sold well. I have no idea how that qualifies me to be here with people like you, but I figure I'll at least dip my toes into the water of the famous while I'm still welcome. While you're here, anything you want to say to a member of the press that doesn't write for a sports website?" Nick sipped his beer while he waited for an answer.
Well, I was working on my "executive with dumb ideas" character, but it looks like we've already got a producer. I could still make him, but I don't want to intrude onto sixsmith's territory.
I can't decide whether I want to be the grumpy line producer trying to make sure everything on schedule and underbudget, or the idiot executive who has really stupid ideas for changes.
The problem is Nallore and maybe Haruki are gone, so that puts a damper on potential interactions.
I'm not gone yet, but I don't really know how to resolve the current situation.
Nick put down his pen for moment to say a brief "Thank you." to the lady who had ordered the beer for him, trying not to interrupt the conversation she was having with the person sitting next to her. He appreciated the kindness, though he still doubted that they had much common ground to discuss. After looking around for a bit more and writing some quick notes, he noticed a man wearing a very expensive suit sit down near him, offering a smile as a greeting to the others sitting at the bar. His face was completely unfamiliar to Nicholas, which meant that he either had attained his fame very recently, or he led a very boring life. Nick was hesitant to start a conversation with a complete stranger, so he started talking to the bartender a little bit "When you work events like this, do you ever feel out of place? I sure do."
Ignore this post, the server spazzed out.
Nick had been sitting at the bar for a while, sipping on a craft beer that he thought was overpriced. He hadn't been to many social gatherings like this before, so he just kept to himself. He looked around the room, trying to see what celebrities he could pick out of the crowd. It was a weird experience, there over a dozen people who he could recognize, and many more whose names he couldn't quite recall, yet he hadn't even met anyone here yet. Nick took solace in the fact that very few knew who he was, allowing him to keep the low profile he preferred.

He looked at his notebook, and began to write a little bit. "I write about these people from the comfort of my own home, and yet now I am here with them. No longer am I a mere patron of the zoo, looking in from outside. I am like a zookeeper, entering the domain of the animals. I think there is a reason why zookeeper is not a more popular profession."

After writing down his thoughts, he looked around and saw who else was sitting at the bar. Two faces stood out to him, both young women, and both of whom produced music which he hated, though each for their own unique reasons. Nick sighed, and wondered why he had bother to come. It had seemed like a good way to get out of the house and meet some of his neighbors, but now he thought it was a big waste of time.
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